as your lies became excuses
i looked down upon my bleeding hand
and wondered if you meant for the thorns
to slice my hand when you
gifted me these roses
or maybe i'll come up
with another excuse for you
because you never mean to hurt me
its always an accident
because of you || poetry
By howaboutyesplease
in which the words that dribble from my broken lips are for you may 15, 2018 - july 15, 2019 More